It had been roughly a week since the first shot of the war had been fired. Since then, Lua had been frequently visiting the workshop, or the soon-to-be factory, and ensuring that everything was proceeding smoothly. He knew that their time was limited, and wasn't daring to waste a second.
Right now, Lua was moving to the smithies to see how the order he had placed was going along. He entered a relatively small smithy where the clanging sound of hammers hitting metal resounded, and approached a balding older man wearing an apron. Seeing Lua approach, he showed a big grin and said:
"If it ain't the genius! We finished your thingamabob not too long ago, you're just in time!"
Lua smiled at the friendliness of the blacksmith. Initially, he had thought of it as crude, but had managed to warm up to this behaviour. It was quite nice to have someone as friendly as he was in this gloomy world.
